I was driving home this evening from dinner with a friend who always has lots to say about life, love and liberty. I am a good audience for folks like this. But the conversation always turns to that same question from my friend: "What's up in your life?" And I go blank.
"Not much,", I say with a bit of chagrin. "Same old same old."
"Oh, really, you must be kidding."
I shrug my shoulders. "No, not much going on. Nothing new."
I could have told her I was writing my blogs again. And that I created a phlog. "What's that?" she would have said with a chuckle. "It's a photo blog. I post an image and talk about it."
"Oh," she would say. Then silence.
I could talk about working with my friend at his estate sales. Those have been rather challenging of late. Lots to do, difficult or emotional clients. People in transition often are, shall we say, interesting to work with. And I mean that in every sense of the word.
My friend asks about estate sales. I tell her they have become rather similar of late, running together, forgetting who had what and what their stories were. Of the last six sales I've helped with, five of them have had leather recliner/sofas. That's interesting...until its not.
So I guess sometimes its no wonder that sometimes I sit down to write my blog and my mind seems empty. The blank page is daunting. And yet I yearn to write. I know the muse will come. Just begin to write. Much like I did hear. And something will come. It almost always does.